Cougar seems a little flustered, and honestly, that's what makes Jake calm down the most. He's used to teasing Cougar — not by flaunting his body or anything, but by giving him shit like a normal person — and now that an opportunity has presented itself, he grabs on to it with both hands. Metaphorically.

"Am I distracting you?" he asks, a small smile starting to curl his lips. It just grows larger the more he thinks about it, though. He's distracting Cougar. Just by being shirtless. Incredible.

Obviously, he's not going to put his shirt on now.

"Actually, I think it changes a lot of things," Jake insists, steamrolling over Cougar's martyr act. They've been friends long enough that he's able to spot it coming, and he's going to do his best to either ignore it until it goes away or not let Cougar get too far into it to begin with. "And I happen to think you're a great person, even if you're an uncommunicative bastard who tries to make decisions for me."